Let me tell you a story about a demon that bit my mom's hand.
The story goes like this: A demon approached my mom, and then out of the blue he just bit her hand, ... wait, I think it's her arm instead.
Then he chewed it a bit, but then spit it out.
He grumbled: "Ugh,... it's not tasty!"
And then he left.
And my mom woke up.
And hence the story about my mom got bitten by a bloody ass demon.
So I told her that she needs to eat more fatty food and gain weight, she's so fat-less that there is no juice in her meat.
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